Married My Enemy To Save My Family
Chapter 62. The Stars Remember Everything

Chapter 62: 62. The Stars Remember Everything

The Wraith sliced through the thick dark like a ghost-ship lost between dimensions. On every screen, the Architect Nexus loomed ahead: a colossal cluster of latticed spires orbiting a dying star gravity-bent and dripping with cold light. Beneath its webbed scaffolding shimmered anomalies that defied physics, like memories caught mid-dream.

Inside the ship, the hum of anticipation of something final vibrated through its decks.

Nova was in the engine bay, elbow-deep in a coolant leak that shouldn’t exist. She was swearing at the console like it owed her money. Damien, nearby, offered moral support in the form of pretzels.

"If I vent one more plasma coil, I swear I’ll rewire the ship into a cappuccino machine," Nova growled.

"I mean... priorities," Damien said, tossing her a wrench. "I’d take a mocha over being atomized."

"You say that like those two things are mutually exclusive."

They laughed but not loudly. Not really. Laughter now was something you did in defiance of dread. It had to sneak past the grief lodged in their bones.

In the forward observation deck, Elara stood motionless.

Not in command mode. Not in armor.

Just Elara.

She wore a faded t-shirt from her days in the civilian sector one that read "Ask me about my trauma." Someone once gave it to her as a joke. It didn’t feel like a joke anymore.

Her hand rested on the glass, watching the anomaly bloom ahead like a storm made of memory. Her reflection didn’t blink.

Aeron approached, silently. His usual confidence was quieter now replaced by a stillness he hadn’t earned, but wore anyway.

"You look like you’re watching the end of the world," he said.

"I might be."

A pause.

"Need company?"

She glanced at him. "As long as you’re not here to argue with me."

He raised his hands. "Not today. I’m officially off-duty from being emotionally unavailable."

She snorted barely. "Who promoted you?"

"Valen. In a fit of bad judgment."

They shared a flicker of something familiar, distant, like two people who had once shared a lighter in the rain, and now stood under a storm far larger than both of them.

Aeron took a breath. "There’s something I should tell you. Before we hit Nexus."

She nodded, but didn’t press.

"I’m not afraid of dying," he said. "I’m afraid I’ll stop being me before I do."

Her throat tightened.

"A thousand versions of me served them. I don’t want to be just another silhouette on their roster of failures."

"You’re not," she said, voice quiet.

"Then tell me who I am."

She looked at him really looked. "You’re the man who chose rebellion over safety. Who held my hand instead of obeying his programming. Who listens even when he’s hurting."

He tried to laugh. "Sounds exhausting."

"It is. But I’m still here, aren’t I?"

Silence stretched again, gentler this time.

Then he asked, "And if I said I still love you?"

Elara didn’t answer immediately.

She stepped forward, pressed her forehead gently to his. "Then I’d say... maybe we have a chance. After."

He pulled back just enough to study her. "After?"

She smiled faintly. "Whatever’s left. If there’s a future worth living in."

Across the ship, Valen was in the training bay, hacking at a holographic target that looked suspiciously like Kael.

Each blow was precise. Angry.

Nova walked in, sipping tea.

"Want to talk about it?"

"No."

"Want me to pretend we talked about it?"

He sighed. "She said maybe."

Nova blinked. "Wow. High romance on this ship."

He smirked. "Better than nothing."

"You could still walk away, Valen. You’re not chained to this."

"I am, actually. My shuttle’s on lockdown, and Damien’s threatened to override every time I try to sneak off."

She tilted her head. "You’re not staying because of a lockdown."

"No," he admitted. "I’m staying because I want to see how the story ends."

Nova chuckled. "Just try not to be tragic about it. I’m already emotionally over-budget."

Later that evening, the crew gathered in the war room.

The Nexus loomed larger now, casting strange shadows through the Wraith’s corridors. The map flickered with probability curves none favorable.

"Recon scans show layered defenses," Damien said. "EMP-netted satellite rings, quantum trip-mines, and something new some kind of cognitive field. Messes with thoughts the closer you get."

"Great," Nova muttered. "So we get to be paranoid and explode?"

Elara stood at the head of the table, eyes sharp.

"We go in through the storm gate. Damien will disable the satellite matrix while Nova pilots the Wraith into the central shaft. We’ll have ninety seconds before the core recognizes us."

Aeron nodded. "And inside?"

"We split. I’ll go to the heart alone. That’s where the Fifth Seed will be waiting."

Valen stepped forward. "No. We go together."

She shook her head. "It’s me they want. Me they’re baiting."

He gritted his teeth. "Exactly. So maybe don’t walk in alone."

A beat passed.

Then Elara said, softly, "If I lose myself in there... one of you has to be strong enough to end it."

Aeron looked down. Valen didn’t blink.

"Don’t make us choose," Valen said.

She didn’t answer.

Because she already had.

When the briefing ended, Damien lingered behind. "Hey."

Elara turned.

He hesitated, then offered a small grin. "Don’t forget to come back, okay?"

She touched his shoulder. "Not planning on making a habit of dying."

"Good. I already wrote a terrible eulogy and deleted it."

The Wraith’s lights dimmed to red alert as they entered final approach.

Systems hummed. Alarms pulsed low, like a heartbeat.

They stood at the edge now. Past safety. Past logic.

One more breath.

Then Elara turned to her crew her family and said, "Let’s finish this."

The ship roared into the Nexus storm.

Stars warped.

Reality fractured.

And at the core of it all, something waited.

Something that once loved.

Something that remembered.

Something that wanted her back.

As the Wraith plunged into the maelstrom, Elara stood at the command deck, flanked by silence and flame.

Static danced across the viewport like spectral lightning. The Nexus loomed ahead its spires twitching as if sensing her approach.

Behind her, the crew stood ready. Not fearless, but firm.

Elara closed her eyes for one heartbeat, whispering a name no one else heard.

Her mother’s.

Then she opened them again, sharp and unyielding.

"Let’s show them what becoming means."

And with that, the Wraith dove into the fracture

toward the Seed, the truth, and whatever version of Elara might emerge from the fire.

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